It’s only in recent years that I jumped aboard the whole soft shell crab thing. It’s not that I couldn’t wrap my head around it, or had any aversion to it, because Lord knows I very rarely meet a food group I don’t like – it simply wasn’t for me.
With only one night in DC, I was determined to have a dinner for one that would leave me feeling equal parts satiated and inspired. That’s a tall order – especially on a Monday night where most restaurants are dark.
Some days you have a bite of food that makes you go “woah.” Your eyes widen, you look down at the plate, almost pushing things around with your fork to see what’s making it so special. You take another bite, smiling as you do so, almost laughing, because it’s just so damn good.
A tall latte laced with a beautiful swan, the foam of your macchiato swirled into a lovely rose, or snowman, or smiling face given the artistic prowess of your respective barista.
So you want to eat clean, but you don’t want to feel bored. You’re trying to cut down on the carbs, but miss the bite and chew of a sandwich. I used to be right there with you, and then I started making nori wraps.
Oh, how darling it is to be Darling. And by that I mean, how amaaaaazing is it to be the force behind one of my very favorite magazines that I stumbled upon while buying far too many tchotchkes on a recent trip to Anthropologie.
On top of topping The Tig’s list of must-visit places around the world, Denmark has quickly become one of the hottest (if not the hottest) spots for innovative cuisine (looking at you, Noma).
Oh, how I love the ritual of cooking. Baking…not so much. There’s something about the technicality of it that stifles my inner rebel; no dash of this or extra spoonful of that. There’s a science to baking and the measurements matter ever so much.
Portland may be the butt of many a hipster joke (here’s looking at you, Portlandia), but its food culture—with an emphasis on locally sourced and high quality ingredients—is nothing to scoff at.
One afternoon in the 1840s, Anna, the Seventh Duchess of Bedford, complained of that “sinking feeling” in her stomach. She was brought a pot of tea and light snack in her boudoir to relieve her hunger pangs.